Sawtooth Spire a single spark that claims the whole forest

Nevermind Stag was able to draw his own conclusions about the true origin of Phaedra’s newest cologne; he was simply relieved she was seemingly alright, Eau Deu "Thade" aside. He smiled in the summery darkness, his eyes glinting in the half light as he played along -- despite the tenuous presence of her brother, he would not rake Phaedra over the coals for her fib.

Let's get you cleaned up then, Stag offered gently, wondering where they could go to brush off all hints of Phaedra's revisiting terrors. There's a stream we could go to, or... we could find a puddle.. Stag recalled dimly a puddle might be the better option -- he did not know much of Phaedra's near demise, but he knew shallow water was almost always a safer bet. He didn't want to whisk Phaedra away in the middle of the night without Wylla knowing -- but he also wanted to spare Phaedra any further embarrassment if it could be helped.